Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.